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Compared to the warmth next door, Xue Jianian's side seemed a bit tense.
The reason was nothing else; just as Wei Jincheng walked in, Xue Jianian was placing half a pig onto a bamboo basket.
The half pig weighed at least a hundred pounds; a small bamboo basket couldn't possibly hold it, but what Wei Jincheng saw was that it not only fit but also didn't spill out at all.
Seeing this naturally made him curious, so he quickened his pace. At that moment, Xue Jianian noticed him and became anxious, uncertain whether to take the pork out or keep putting it in.
By the time Wei Jincheng got close, he saw that the pork in the basket appeared to be sticking through the bottom into the ground, while the other half was in the basket.
No matter how hard Wei Jincheng tried, he couldn't pull it out, and he looked at the pale-faced Xue Jianian in shock, "What's going on here, Niannian, you..."
